Can you describe how you felt coming home from a deployment or combat?

Mix emotions. Came home early, because my had been diagnose with breast cancer. Was glad to be home, but still worried about my platoon in Iraq. They were my troops and will always be my troops.

I have a head injury so it’s hard to remember back that far. Don’t have much of a childhood memory only what people tell me. I just retired from my job at USPS with 30yrs combined military and USPS, was in the army from 81-87 not sure where to go from here. Just taking one day at a time and also raising my granddaughter who will be turning 5 November 17.

Didn't have an inkling what to expect, yet it was a beautiful moment to be back home, I imagine, among family, friends and colleagues with a more mature approach to life, which is time-bound; cherish every moment with your loved ones and be glad to have the Teammates you do.

Thankful that God protected me in the desert where there were many people who wanted to kill me‼️ He brought me back to the USA safely, because He had other missions for me over here.

Pissed off with the way we were treated(Nam) Glad to be home and not in the sandbox(desert Storm)

I was so young when I was in the military because I joined right out of high school. I went on 2 deployments and I was attached to the aircraft carrier the Ronald Reagan. Whenever I got back from sea I would always feel out of place at first! Always glad to be home and seeing my family, but some how disconnected. I would be shy around people I’ve known my whole life because I was so used to the 7 days a week 12 hour days. I grew accustomed to the people I saw daily, the people I lived with, the people that became my family. I would have to try and get used to having a phone because back in 2007 there was no point in having phone service for the 6 months on deployment! Hahaha I remember losing my phone at least twice after getting back because I would forget that I even had one! Coming back from deployment was always an adjustment for me. I go from having a military family I spend every waking moment with for 6 months to going back to a family that couldn’t relate to my experiences.

During the cold war back in 66 coming back from Germany as a single GI coming home to my parents house and spending some time I was grateful to be with my parents and siblings. It was a far different coming back home from Thailand in the 70's at the end of the war and taking in the refugees from Viet Nam. I felt relieved returning to my wife and children to resume my role as a father and husband.

I felt out of place, as if I didnt belong here anymore. I felt alone, and still do.

I was glad to be headed to Ft Dix for out processing with a little apprehension with seeing those whom I hadn't seen in a few years.

After losing both legs and my left hand paralyzed from a mine in Vietnam I was grateful for the care I received at a medic unit and the army hospital on Okinawa! I spent 6 months at Walter Reed and had great care. I became the Chief of Prosthetic Service at the Wilmington VA and then the Phila VA. I was so happy to care for my fellow veterans! At 73 they help me when I need it now